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"
Oh
.
Them
.
"
Black
Lorren
frowned
through
his
beard
.
"
Savages
believe
all
manner
of
foolish
things
.
"
As
the
night
grew
darker
and
the
smoke
spread
it
was
harder
to
make
out
what
was
happening
below
,
but
the
din
of
steel
gradually
diminished
to
nothing
,
and
the
shouts
and
warhorns
gave
way
to
moans
and
piteous
wailing
.
Finally
a
column
of
mounted
men
rode
out
of
the
drifting
smoke
.
At
their
head
was
a
knight
in
dark
armor
.
His
rounded
helm
gleamed
a
sullen
red
,
and
a
pale
pink
cloak
streamed
from
his
shoulders
.
Outside
the
main
gate
he
reined
up
,
and
one
of
his
men
shouted
for
the
castle
to
open
.
"
Are
you
friend
or
foe
?
"
Black
Lorren
bellowed
down
.
"
Would
a
foe
bring
such
fine
gifts
?
"
Red
Helm
waved
a
hand
,
and
three
corpses
were
dumped
in
front
of
the
gates
.
A
torch
was
waved
above
the
bodies
,
so
the
defenders
upon
the
walls
might
see
the
faces
of
the
dead
.
"
The
old
castellan
,
"
said
Black
Lorren
.
"
With
Leobald
Tallhart
and
Cley
Cerwyn
.
"
The
boy
lord
had
taken
an
arrow
in
the
eye
,
and
Ser
Rodrik
had
lost
his
left
arm
at
the
elbow
.
Maester
Luwin
gave
a
wordless
cry
of
dismay
,
turned
away
from
the
battlements
,
and
fell
to
his
knees
sick
.
"
The
great
pig
Manderly
was
too
craven
to
leave
White
Harbor
,
or
we
would
have
brought
him
as
well
,
"
shouted
Red
Helm
.
I
am
saved
,
Theon
thought
.
So
why
did
he
feel
so
empty
?
This
was
victory
,
sweet
victory
,
the
deliverance
he
had
prayed
for
.
He
glanced
at
Maester
Luwin
.
To
think
how
close
I
came
to
yielding
,
and
taking
the
black
.
.
.
"
Open
the
gates
for
our
friends
.
"
Perhaps
tonight
Theon
would
sleep
without
fear
of
what
his
dreams
might
bring
.
